if i could go back in time, i’d go back to one night when i was six years old. i wanted to make my friends happy, so i let them drag about a million toys and my scooter across the neighborhood to one of their houses. i ended up having to carry them all back — by myself. i walked for blocks in the dark, sobbing and feeling truly alone for the first time i can remember. my mom had passed away a few months before and my dad worked long hours, so i really had no one to turn to. if i could go back, i would love nothing more than to help my younger self carry that burden and maybe ask her about her day. perhaps she would remember and appreciate the break from her loneliness, or maybe she would forget the night entirely as the years went by. either way, this is my only wish.
